More apocalypse, less angst
When Brian told me this morning upon looking outside that our back gate was wide open, I knew that couldn’t be a good thing because it meant someone was in our yard in the night. But when he came back upstairs to report that… Continue Reading “Bike stealer! I'm gonna get you with my shovel!”
Last night I had a dream about Mel and Cara – we were scavenging for junk in a Victoria neighbourhood, looking for pieces to make a medieval play out of – warm early summer evening and I standing barefoot on alley pavement surrounded by… Continue Reading “Beautiful bicycle. Cyclona.”
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